Treasure Island

Jaclyn Brantley


Jennifer’s Poem


My mother’s love is sweet and kind,
A gentle touch lets me know she loves me so much.

My life throws a curve and leaves me in a rut.
With a touch of her hand, I know it’s going to be okay.
I know I have to crawl before I walk, and I know my mother will be there every step of the way.
When, and if I fall, she will be there to help lift me up.

My Mother’s love is like a river that keeps flowing it’s never ending, it just keeps growing.
No matter how much time passes, my mother’s love is ever lasting




Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 28, 2013

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This poem was written by my daughter and given to me

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